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My Granddad's Father Christmas

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This poem was originally written in 2019 and was self published in Around My World in Eighty Poems (Amazon KDP) in 2020.

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My Granddad's Father Christmas My granddad’s Father Christmas. I’ve known since, as a waif, I heard his Father Christmas voice That deep and rumbling friendly noise. It kept me warm and safe. My granddad’s Father Christmas. He’s big and soft and loving. And when I’m sad – a bit upset His silly jokes make me forget, Then I’m afraid of nothing. My granddad’s Father Christmas. The beard gives it away. It covers up his face by half But cannot hide that booming laugh That resonates all day. My granddad’s Father Christmas. When he comes round it’s funny. His tricks and rhymes and gifts are magic (Although his singing’s rather tragic) He turns a dull day sunny. My granddad’s Father Christmas. Though what do people see? An ageing man with bulging gut. To you he’s nothing special but He’s Santa Claus to me.

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